Baby made me cry the other night.
I felt so sick. Queezy, and I was having the grossest acidy burps. I finally got to lie down for the night, and Baby started kicking like crazy. Not sweet little love taps, either. The kid was trying to kick its way out, I'm sure. Baby was flipping all around, kicking my sides, my middle, and up into my guts. It hurt. I was sure I would throw-up, but I didn't. This went on for about 10 minutes. 10 minutes that felt like 10 hours. I was crying, trying to turn into a position that would get Baby to settle down, and trying not to vomit.
Maybe Baby wasn't feeling well, either. We had a rough night, Baby and I.
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